Move Over

"We should celebrate" Seguin suggested as we drove back to his apartment, along with Tuukka, Nathan, Zdeno, Brad and Lucic.

"Definitely not!" Lucic was the first to refuse. He had a wife now so it was understandable that he didn't want to go out and get hammered.

"Yeah, I promised my daughter I would make it to her ballet performance tomorrow, and I have no time to be sleeping off a hangover." Zdeno agreed, putting his cellphone back in his pocket. He had said before that he called his wife and daughter after every game.

"Awe, that's adorable." I cooed and imagined Chara in one of those puffy tutus. He glanced back from the front seat, and flipped me off playfully. I flipped him off back.

"Okay, I'll drop you off and me, Tuukka, Nathan, Brad and Alek will go partying." Seguin interrupted Chara and mine's mini middle finger stand off.

He gave me a hopeful smile from the drivers seat, and I shrugged, "I could use a drink after that last save." I glanced, out of the corner of my eye, at Tuukka- who looked undecided until he saw I was looking.

Marchand smirked at me then, agreed to come. I don't know what it was about Brad but, he definitely was a little creepy.

Seguin eyed the only two who hadn't agreed or said otherwise, from the rearview mirror,
"Fine." Nathan rolled his eyes with a wide grin across his face. He looked like he was ready for a drink after he blocked a Subban one timer from the point.

Tuukka nodded, and quickly glanced at me, "Sure." He agreed, shifting his gaze to Seguin.

"But, I have to change" I told Seguin and he cocked an eyebrow as if saying I looked fine. Yeah, I looked fine for someone who just sweated through a full, three period game and came out looking like she just wrestled a bear.

"I want to look acceptable" I clarified while Seguin shrugged, saying the same as before. He thought I looked fine.

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We pulled up to Tyler's, where I was staying while I tried to find a place that was in my budget and was in a nice neighborhood. We all got out of Seguins car, and made our was to the door..

"I'll be back in a few minutes," I sighed as soon as we got into his duplex house. I jogged leisurely up the stairs, and into the moderately sized guest room.

I quickly changed into an animal print crop top dress and a pair of black heels. [this] I continued to shower myself in perfume and deodorant to drown out the scent of the locker showers.

Why did I wear heels? I complained mentally as I hurried down the stairs- because they look nice, I thought and rolled my eyes but agreed along with the thought. It only took me 7 minutes to get ready, that must be a record.

"Oh, look who showed up" Seguin smirked, biting his lip at the sight of my rather tight-fitting dress

"Damn..." Brad breathed and nudged Tuukka in the shoulder, who was facing the other way. His mouth dropped open a little once he saw me. I smiled and tried to hide my intense blush.

"Come on, before the line is longer than Kris Letang's hair" I stated, trying to cover up my mad blushing with horrible hockey humor. I grabbed Tuukka and Nathan's arms, pulling them out the door, while Marchand and Seguin trailed behind, silently snickering.

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I waded through the crowd as I was instantly abandoned by Seguin, and Horton. They were- I glanced around, and focused on Seguin chatting up a girl across the dancefloor. I continued on to the bar, seeing that Tuukka was chugging on what looked like coke or pepsi. I sighed, sitting down beside Tuukka at the bar.

"Hey" I greeted, mentioning for the bartender.

"Hey" he answered, our Finnish accents both coming out like sore thumbs. I smiled at that, at least we had something in common besides being a goaltender. The bartender smiled as he hurried over to me.

"Smirnoff, straight up and.......," I trailed off looking at Tuukka. He looked like he needed something stronger, and someone to share it with, "Scratch that, four tequila shots" I corrected myself while the bartender nodded, plucking four shot glasses from under the bar.

I hadn't really noticed but Tuukka was super attractive, you know, for a goaltender. Somehow his soft brown hair that I want to run my fingers through so bad, piercing blue eyes, and toned arms. Yup, he was a full blow sexy beast.

"I really shouldn't drink" Tuukka told me, his brilliant blue eyes focusing on mine. I gave him a wide grin, leaning back slightly as I begun to laugh. I pushed two of the four shots in his direction, not taking no for an answer.

"C'mon, Tuukka, live a little" I exclaimed and took my first shot, downing it without a second thought. It burned on the way down but left a warm, tingly feeling.

"Please," I begged, and he nodded after a millisecond of thinking. I smiled, and patted his hand. One of the small talents I had was being persuasive, and never taking no for an indefinite answer.

He sighed loudly then raised the small glass to his lips. He quickly downed his, too. He made a face before swallowing but, came up smiling. Seven shots each later, Tuukka and I were laughing at everything, and drinking even more. I had to say, in my drunken haze he looked more like a possible boyfriend than what he was, my goaltender partner- that I thought hated me up until half an hour ago.

The loud techno song that was previously booming through the club speakers changed up to
Down on me by Jeremih started blaring through the speakers. I gasped out, latching onto Tuukka's arm.

"C'mon, we're dancing." I told Tuukka, lugging him to his feet. Before he could even put a word in, I pulled him out to the dance floor where Brad, Nathan and Tyler were already grinding on some random puck sluts dressed in bruins jerseys and booty shorts.

"What are you doing?" He asked panic entering his voice, as I pushed his hands to my hips and pushed myself up against him. I don't know if it was the drinking or how attractive my fellow goaltender was that made me want to grab him.

"Grinding on you, Stupid" I giggled and he gave me a confused look. He obviously wasn't getting the point. I sighed and starting swaying us to the beat.

Pretty soon, Tuukka got the picture and begun matching my movements, swaying his hips against mine. He was actually really good at it, and even took control in some parts of the song. However, the song ended and the one that came on next was 'drop it low' by Ester Dean

Tuukka pulled me closer to me, continuing to sway and grip my hips. What he did next surprised me even if I was slightly less than hammered. He begun kissing and sucking my neck. Maybe it was just the liquor in my system but, it felt great. I moaned lightly, which only seemed to encourage him. I whipped around, grabbing his collar and pulling his lips onto mine.

I didn't know why I did it, it probably had to do with the fact I was so drunk that Superman could've bitch slapped me and all I could think was why his underwear were on the outside of his pants. But, even in a drunk state, I had to admit, he was a great kisser. Like, a really great kisser. Fireworks, bombs and all of that were exploding on my lips and those stupid butterflies in my stomach felt like they were high on Red Bull or something.

I guess he was sober enough to realize what was happening and shove me off which broke my heart into a million pieces, even though I knew him a mere 5 or 6 days.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, starting in the opposite direction into the crowd of people. As I ran through the door, I smacked right into a giant wall of a man. He chuckled in a deep tone with an accent that made me shiver.

"Vhy, Ello there" His overly-familiar Russian accent almost made me scream. I knew who that was.
Flashbacks of a giant Russia named Mikhail ran through my mind, I remember him checking me into the crossbar for no reason, I almost broke my back and him smiling when I was carried off the ice when he dislocated both my shoulder blades.

"Vhy, isn't it......Alek?" he chuckled and I flinched. Yup, it was definitely Mikhail.

"Mikhail?" my voice was only a squeak but, I got my point across. I was scared shitless of this man, and in the week I'd been here- I never thought he'd actually be my problem anymore.

He chuckled and wrapped his big fist around my neck. He was obviously amused by the fearful tone I had when saying his dreadful name.

"I've heard thing, Alek," His breath hit my face as he pushed me against the wall outside of the club door, which just so happened to be a dark alley. My eyes welled up with tears both from the pain and from the thought of what he was going to do to me. He definitely didn't come out here just to talk.

"You drafted by Bruin" His voice was deep and his russian accent made the stereotype look bad.

"Yeah" I gasped, his hold on my neck getting tighter and tighter with every passing minute. I wished someone would come out and save me. I tried to scream but, it only came out a whimper.

"I thought you were rotting in jail" I snapped, obviously my mouth wasn't as scared as I was. He shrugged and slammed me against the wall again, I felt the warm blood trickle down my skull to the back of my neck.

"Some convict escape, love" he breathed, looking down at what I was wearing. He chuckled again and begun reaching up the dress, pushing it up so you could see my thong-underwear.

He glanced up at my face and smirked. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It would shatter the thickest of glass. I squirmed, and thrashed but it was useless.

"No....No....Mikhail!" I struggled to get out of his grip, although it just resulted in him tightening it.

"TYLER! BRAD! NATHAN! ANYONE!!!!" I screamed and he smirked wider. He was sick, I couldn't think anything- my mind was frozen.

"No one come and save you" he pulled down my thong and I thrashed viciously around in his grip.

"TUUKKA!!!" I shouted which made Mikhail go faster, pulling down his trousers.

I closed my eyes and prayed to god someone found me, the tears streamed down my face. I muttered a prayer, pleading and bargaining to god

"Get off of her!" It was Tyler's deep voice and Tuukka, they pulled Mikhail off of me and I gasped for air, sucking it in greedily.

Tuukka pulled up my thong and put down my dress. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. Tyler ripped me away from Tuukka and into his arms.

"Thank god for you two" I cried, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I wrapped them both in a hug.

I cried in Tyler's arms for the rest of the night.

Notes

I know it was scary, ugh....that Mikhail needs an arrow to the balls. Tuukka is totally sending mixed messages to Alek! Okay, so I thought I'd mention that Alek has 4 other brothers, and one sister. Kol (28), Pekka (26), Emmie and Cyrus (25, twins), Amos (17). Emmie moved to Sweden when her father got cancer and was never heard from again. Her Father refuses to say anything to Emmie because he still feels betrayed, nor does anyone else in the family.